The Bull Rider's Homecoming by Allie Pleiter

I work for Jace Markham in the community-relations department.Ī sour expression overtook the man’s face. You with DelTex? His tone made it clear that this would not be a mark in her favor. He sidled the horse back to her window while Brooke calculated how much of a late fee she’d incur by picking Audie up past six at day care. I just came from a meeting over at Ramble Acres. So, what brings you all the way out here, ma’am? Please, Daisy? Brooke couldn’t believe she was pleading with a giant wall of brown fur. What do you say, Daisy? Shall we let the lady pass? She had pretty eyes-huge and chocolate-brown, with a wise kind of character to them. The man pulled his horse up to stand even with the creature, who swung her enormous head to look at him. I’m sure you understand, so could you give me a couple of feet to ease on by? The ground on either side of the road was muddy, and Brooke didn’t want to chance getting stuck by going off-road in a car definitely not designed for off-roading. If you’d be so kind as to move, I want to get home to my little girl, too. She leaned out the window to speak in a direct, friendly address. compact car, so perhaps diplomacy was the way to go here. She’d never win a strength battle of brute animal vs. Buffalo- bison, Brooke corrected her thoughts, were supposed to be intelligent animals. Brooke didn’t know too many people who’d consider the middle of the road a dandy place for child- calf-birth. Mamas don’t usually stray away from the herd unless they’re looking for a quiet place to give birth.ĭaisy shifted her weight and gave a low, rumbling moan. I’d like to oblige, but Daisy may not be interested in playing nice today.īrooke couldn’t imagine what days bison chose to play nice. He sat his horse with a commanding air of power. So if it’s not too much trouble, can you please get her off the road? The bison’s human companion looked a bit scruffy around the edges-handsome, but definitely too young and rough-hewn to be one of the shiny-suited ranchers she often had to deal with as a community-relations specialist for DelTex Real Estate Developments. She applied her sweetest community-relations voice.

And she don’t always cooperate, so I hope you’re not in a hurry.'

The tall man tipped his hat with an amused grin and moved his horse closer to the car. Buffalo didn’t charge, did they? Stampede, maybe, but she wasn’t about to get a set of horns impaled in her front grill, was she? She leaned out the driver’s-side window and smiled at the cowboy who had just ridden up beside her car.

Brooke Calder looked out her car windshield to squint suspiciously at the hairy brown beast currently staring down her hatchback.

The Bull Rider's Homecoming by Allie Pleiter